They came to us from the stars. The little pretty things. They stood about eighteen inches high, weighed three pounds at their heaviest, were soft as a lamb, fragrant as a morning lilac, and appeared so unquestionably, so sensuously, female humanoid. Their eyes sparkled, without pupils or irises, as they looked at you, a deep iridescent indigo. An ever-…
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